blooming spring flowers
bees humming on the green fields
warmth of air seeping within
~
brightness pierces sight
noisy buzzing of the bees
warm air intruding within
Poetic form:- Sedonka
air
Taue (Rice Planting) Haiku
reflecting shadows
puddles of water on fields
workers in sedge hats
~
fields filled with water
men descends to place seedlings
gilded performers
~
women in kasa
traditional performance
the paddies planted
~
bow down in prayer
planting the mother earth’s womb
promising fine crops
~
young girls singing songs
hoping for a good harvest
time for festival
~
aura of dances
enhanced crop’s vitality
melodies in air
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220
Eagle’s Flight Haiku
The weather has taken a different turn. It is amazing today. Cool blissful wind is flowing, the leaves rustling and the sky, a big expanse of white.
I saw an eagle taking flight, so hence the haiku;
gliding in the air
an angular, yet straight flight
the king of the sky
leaving for her journey
Hello bloggers,
I got a wonderful opportunity to work with the lovely Merbear and you know what, we ended up creating this poem together. Please read and share your views.
leaving for her journey
She was binding her hair in a bun
Readying herself for the journey ahead
Which may take her to distances unknown
Bring in her the sense of being alive
She had never felt ever before
She was leaving behind all her fears
For the adventure that awaited her
.
Her stomach coiled like a snake
Past torments licking at her heels
Dare she run so fast and proud?
Her life not worthy of a fairy tale
She sighs so loudly she startles herself
Trapped emotions needing to meet air
Praying to breathe air
.
The stream of tears fell down her cheeks
Which she didn’t even care to wipe away
She was looking for a happy ending
Which she had to find herself in her own way
She picked up her hand bag of happy memories
And moved ahead towards her cage door
And pushed it open, it wasn’t locked
.
Desperate echoes of her soul
Beckoning to her aching heart
Calling her to where she needs to be
She trembles with trepidation
Limbs weakened by the struggle
Her life never drawn before
By her own personal design
.
She was never meant to be free
Doubts crossing her mind
When she had just seen the sunshine
But she would never return back
And thence, she flies away
Its true leaving is difficult but
Once you have left, it is easy not to turn back
.
Then the breeze whispered her name
A lullaby warm and soothing
Like balm for her battered soul
Bringing her back to herself
Oh, she thought she had been lost!
Smiling inside herself with pure joy
For her true path was known all along
Frock: A 100 Word Story
Copyright – Janet Webb
The not-so-red, slightly pink frock was hovering in the air and it appeared as if an invisible girl was clad in it, hung there by the side-railing.
“Momma, see that pretty frock,” the girl walking along her mother by the street, pointed towards this piece of cloth.
“It is pretty.”
“I want it,” her eyes glinted with hope.
“I’ll ask dada to get one for you.”
“But I want this one,” she tugged at her mother’s arm, restraining to move any further.
“Don’t whine.”
“But…”
She was pulled up in the arms and taken away, her eyes adorned with tears.
Note:-
This is written in consideration of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.
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